My wife spent the last of her latest paycheck to buy her aunt a plane ticket and bring her to Leesburg, Va. – the aunt’s latest stop in fleeing Port Arthur, Texas and Hurricane Ike.
I applaud my wife and helped out Sunday – even taking back my wife’s recently-purchased DVD player to get a badly-needed cash refund for her. I hate doing that.
So the children are excited about having their aunt staying with them – after conscientiously praying for her – and really have no idea what she’s been through. This is her second relocation due to a hurricane – the first came courtesy Hurricane Rita.
She had this look on her face – sort of a tired, haggard look you get when you’ve been up two days with no sleep – and kept asking every couple of hours “Am I really safe here?” when she wasn’t saying “Thank you Jesus” or “Thank God.”
D.C. Metro jokes aside, I was hoping like heck the kids didn’t regale her with tales of the Sept. 6 drive through Tropical Storm Hannah.
My mother-in-law – herself someone who moved to D.C. not long after Hurricane Rita – told the children’s aunt that she was indeed safe and living in a nice neighborhood.
After viewing photos of places in Galveston I’d been and a Pizza Hut inundated in Bridge City I’d taken my son to as a tot I’m depressed and sleep-deprived myself.
But there’s this look people have when they’ve been through real trauma and this aunt had it.
She also asked me for information about Port Arthur, Texas, like I had some source of news she didn’t.
There’s a lot of people down there on the Gulf Coast suffering, including more of my wife’s relatives and children’s cousins who evacuated to Dallas-area motels only to have to sit through Ike anyway as it went from Hurricane to Tropical Storm.
Everyone is not as fortunate to have a relative who can fly them from Texas and shelter them.
Or have someone to look them in the eye and tell them they are truly safe now.